“Look at that,” she said.
I looked. It was the letter addressed to Mr. Dunboyne the elder, which I had written for Mr. Gracedieu—with the one object of preventing Helena’s marriage.
“Of course, I can depend on you to tell me the truth?” she continued.
“Without fear or favor,” I answered, “you may depend on that.”
“The signature to the letter, Mr. Governor, is written by my father. But the letter itself is in a different hand. Do you, by any chance, recognize the writing?”
“I do.”
“Whose writing is it?”
“Mine.”